Capo 3
E A B7
No one ever knows me ‘till I’m passed out in the hall.
No one ever knows me ‘till I’m passed out in the hall.
Reality is an illusion from the lack of alcohol.
I crawl in bed and I start counting sheep.
I crawl in bed and I start counting sheep.
I’ve stopped drinking, but only while I sleep.
Well I’ve been told that drinking is a waste of time.
Well I’ve been told that drinking is a waste of time.
But time is never wasted when you’re wasted all the time.
I like to run all night with a wide open throttle.
I like to run all night with a wide open throttle.
I know a place where madness is sold by the bottle
Well I’ve been told that drinking is a waste of time.
Well I’ve been told that drinking is a waste of time.
But time is never wasted when you’re wasted all the time.
E A B7
No one ever knows me ‘till I’m passed out in the hall.
No one ever knows me ‘till I’m passed out in the hall.
Reality is an illusion from the lack of alcohol.
I crawl in bed and I start counting sheep.
I crawl in bed and I start counting sheep.
I’ve stopped drinking, but only while I sleep.
Well I’ve been told that drinking is a waste of time.
Well I’ve been told that drinking is a waste of time.
But time is never wasted when you’re wasted all the time.
I like to run all night with a wide open throttle.
I like to run all night with a wide open throttle.
I know a place where madness is sold by the bottle
Well I’ve been told that drinking is a waste of time.
Well I’ve been told that drinking is a waste of time.
But time is never wasted when you’re wasted all the time.
